And now the lonely days are done And with each rising of the sun, love begins anew And if you ever ask me why I know that my love will never die I'll
In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled You count your money in your prison tower Made of
You know that everybody has a voice And how they use it is their own free choice In your glory I will not rejoice If you choose the ways of war If you
There's thorns on the cactus tree There's thorns on the rose There's thorns in the heart of me That nobody knows They tear at the flesh until The tears
Here's another little song for you I hope you'll listen to it well Means no different than the others do It won't change you, I can tell Anyway, I love
Joy at the start, fear in the journey Joy in the coming home A part of the heart gets lost in the learning Somewhere along the road Along the road your
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I saw her first in a beggar's game Her eyes were wild but her laugh was tame Those people knew her by another name I knew that she'd be mine, I knew that
If I could ever say it right And reach your hostage heart Despite, the doubts you harbor Then you might, come to believe in me The life I lead is not
I can see you in the distance And you're heading for a fall Sinking deeper by the minute You're about to lose it all You better change Before the sun
I see the raven's made her nest in your eyes She's got you thinking that her love is a prize And you'll go under from the weight of her lies As the raven
Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover over you beneath the sun Tomorrow see the things that never come Today When you see me Fly away without
Some people tell you They're trapped in the distance And can't get what they want most They throw a wall And then call for assistance And make no attempt
Beyond the edge twenty miles a minute Shot like a bullet from a frozen gun Beyond the edge way beyond the limit Beyond the edge on a downhill run Some
Up through the branches The stars shine above On the arroyos And mesas you loved And as the moon rises The black mountain mourns For the old friend He
In the overcrowded cities where the nights are bright as day You spend your weekly paycheck and turn your eyes away From the crisis we've created with
